Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

"If I had known this would happen, why would I have done it in the first place? Why didn't you just stay in Mount Xumi to practice cultivation? Why did you have to come to the North Sea to deceive people? Today, I will send you off and let you return to the west!"

Luo Shu shouted coldly, his voice full of unquestionable determination, as if he wanted to cut off all of the pharmacist's sophistry and resistance.

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Shu circulated his spiritual power, swung his sword, and a sharp sword energy instantly gushed out from the tip of the sword and rushed straight towards the pharmacist.

Upon seeing this, the pharmacist hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power to try to block the attack.

However, in the face of Luo Shu's powerful strength, his resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

The sword energy was like a bamboo breaking force, instantly piercing through his defense and hitting him hard.

The pharmacist screamed, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to stand up, but the injuries in his body prevented him from moving.

The pharmacist raised his head and watched Luo Shu approaching step by step, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

"You...how dare you kill me...I am the direct disciple of the Western Zhunti Saint..."

The pharmacist spoke with difficulty, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

Luo Shu looked at him coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice:

"Threate me? I hate being threatened the most in my life!"

After saying that, Luo Shu swung the sword again, and an even sharper sword energy burst out from the tip of the sword, directly piercing through the pharmacist's body.

"what!!!"

The pharmacist screamed, his voice filled with fear and despair, his eyes flashing with disbelief and regret, as if he was questioning the injustice of fate.

But it was too late, his life was slipping away rapidly.

Luo Shu looked at the fallen figure of the pharmacist coldly, as if he was looking at an insignificant stranger.

In a moment, a true spirit flew out from the pharmacist's body, flew towards the Kunlun Mountains, and quietly disappeared into the List of Gods.

Here, as the pharmacist fell, Wen Zhong, who was originally bound by the pharmacist's magic power, seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden. His body became lighter and he was finally able to break free from the invisible shackles.

Wen Zhong took a deep breath, and the solemnity and depression on his face disappeared, replaced by deep shock and anger.

Wen Zhong walked quickly towards Luo Shu, his eyes full of admiration and gratitude, bowed and said:

"Thank you for your help, Senior Brother! If you hadn't arrived in time, I would have died. I will remember this kindness in my heart and will never forget it!"

Luo Shu smiled faintly, turned his palm, and a golden pill with a strong medicinal fragrance appeared in his palm. He said in a gentle voice:

"You and I are fellow disciples, so don't be polite. This Sixth Rank Golden Pill can heal the injuries in your body. Take it!"

After saying this, he handed the Six-Transformation Golden Pill in his palm to Wen Zhong.

"Yes, thank you, senior brother!"

Wen Zhong looked at the Six-Transformation Golden Pill in Luo Shu's hand, and the gratitude in his eyes became even stronger. He bowed deeply again, respectfully took the pill from Luo Shu's hand, and swallowed it carefully.

The pill melted in his mouth, and a warm current instantly surged through his body. He felt that the injuries in his body were healing rapidly, and the pain and fatigue were gradually dissipating.

Afterwards, Wen Zhong cast his gaze on the lifeless body of the pharmacist and said in a deep voice:

"I didn't expect that the rebellion of Yuan Futong and others was actually caused by the intervention of Western religions! The conspiracy and tricks involved are really outrageous!"

Luo Shu nodded slightly, his eyes swept across the lifeless body of the pharmacist, but he looked at it as if he was looking at a lifeless stone, without any ripples.

Luo Shu spoke calmly, with a hint of indifference in his voice:

"The Western religion claims to be a holy place that can save all living beings, but it is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality. It has always been full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but in fact it is extremely hypocritical!"

"This time, they instigated the 72 princes to rebel and provoke war in the world. The ultimate goal is to steal the destiny of the human race!"

Wen Zhong stood beside Luo Shu, clenching his fists, anger flashing in his eyes.

However, Wen Zhong was still a little worried when he thought about Luo Shu killing the direct disciple of Zhunti Saint.

"Elder brother..."

Wen Zhong turned to look at Luo Shu, with a hint of worry in his tone:

"Brother, you killed the Medicine Master. The West has lost a disciple. If the two saints in the West knew about this, they would definitely not let it go!"

Luo Shu patted Wen Zhong's shoulder gently, indicating that he didn't need to worry too much.

"Brother, don't worry. Medicine Master does not cultivate virtue, but only magic power. He does not know the destiny, goes against the will of heaven, and provokes war in the world. He deserves to die here!"

Wen Zhong's frown gradually smoothed out after hearing this. He looked at Luo Shu and nodded in agreement, then smiled and said:

"Big Brother is absolutely right! The death of Pharmacist was indeed his own fault!"

Luo Shu looked at Wen Zhong beside him, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:

"Alright, Junior Brother, let's go back to the camp first. The pharmacist is dead, so Yuan Futong and the others are nothing to be afraid of. We will take them down the next day!"

"Yes, Big Brother, I will order them to withdraw their troops and return to the camp!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhong ordered his soldiers to call back the troops, return to the camp for a short rest, and wipe out the 72 rebel armies tomorrow.

……

Yuan Futong's former rebel base

The seventy-two princes, each with their own personal soldiers and advisers, gathered in the meeting tent.

At this moment, a horse galloped over. The messenger dismounted and knelt at the entrance of the tent, panting. His voice was trembling:

"Report...report to all the nobles, Mr. Pharmacist he...he..."

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly, and the eyes of the seventy-two princes were all cast on the soldier.

Yuan Futong frowned and urged impatiently:

"What's wrong, Mr. Pharmacist? Tell me now!"

The messenger took a deep breath, trying to calm the fear in his heart, and said in a trembling voice:

"Mr. Pharmacist...he...he's dead!"

Upon hearing this, the seventy-two princes were instantly shocked by the news. They looked at each other, their eyes full of disbelief and fear.

In their hearts, the pharmacist is an omnipotent being with great magical powers. He is an immortal!

"How can this be?"

One of the dukes exclaimed, "Master Medicine Master has great magical powers, how could he die so easily?"

"Yes, the messenger must have delivered the wrong message."

Another prince echoed.

However, the messenger shook his head firmly:

"I saw it with my own eyes. The Medicine Master is indeed dead. His body is lying on the battlefield, covered with wounds."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall fell silent.

After a moment of silence, Yuan Futong asked in a deep voice:

"Who killed Mr. Pharmacist? According to what you said before, in Wen Zhong's army, only Grand Master Wen is slightly stronger, but he is definitely not a match for Mr. Pharmacist!"

The messenger was a little frightened by Yuan Futong's gaze, but he still answered bravely:

"Reporting to the Marquis, it was Wen Zhong's senior brother who killed the Medicine Master Immortal. At that time, the Medicine Master Immortal had already captured Wen Zhong and was about to win, but Wen Zhong's senior brother suddenly arrived. The Medicine Master Immortal fought with him, but was ultimately defeated and died under the sword."

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell into silence again. The faces of the seventy-two princes showed expressions of astonishment and uneasiness.

Yuan Futong's expression also became solemn. He knew very well that the pharmacist's strength was unfathomable, but he did not expect that he would end up like this.

He couldn't help but feel a little curious and fearful about Wen Zhong's senior brother. Who is this mysterious person?

The voice of a duke broke the silence. With a hint of panic and uneasiness, he said in a deep voice:

"Marquis Yuan, if that's the case, then aren't we just lambs to be slaughtered? Mr. Pharmacist is dead, and none of our generals can contend with Wen Zhong. Now Wen Zhong's senior brother has appeared. What should we do?"

"Yes! In the current situation, we are really powerless!" another prince echoed.

Upon hearing this, the other princes also spoke up, with worried looks on their faces.

They knew that facing such powerful enemies as Wen Zhong and his senior brother, their chances of winning were almost zero, so they let Yuan Futong make the decision.

Yuan Futong heard what everyone was saying, turned around, and glanced at every prince present. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, I understand your concerns. The death of Mr. Pharmacist has indeed made us lose a powerful helper."

"But we have no other choice. From the moment we rebelled, there was no turning back. We could only move forward and fight to the death!"

Yuan Futong's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a certain heaviness and determination.

Yuan Futong's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the princes.

Yes, who would let a rebel go? Now the only thing he can do is take a gamble, maybe there is still a chance of survival!

When everyone fell silent, Yuan Futong's voice sounded again:

"Don't panic, everyone. Mr. Pharmacist once said that immortal cultivators must not harm the lives of mortals, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!"

When everyone heard this, they were a little hesitant. If this was true, it was still unknown who would win or lose in the battle with Wen Zhong's army!

"it is good!!!"

A burly prince stood up and said in a loud voice:

"Since there is no way out, I am willing to fight side by side with Lord Yuan until the last moment!"

His voice was as passionate as a war drum, arousing the fighting spirit of everyone present.

Other princes also stood up and expressed their willingness to fight against Wen Zhong's army together with Yuan Futong.

Yuan Futong looked at the princes in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, and said:

"Okay! Then we will fight to the death with Wen Zhong's army!!!"

"war!!!"

"war!!!"

"war!!!"

As Yuan Futong finished speaking, an enthusiastic response rang out in the hall.

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall instantly became tense and heated. Everyone sat together and began to concentrate on formulating the battle plan.